"Click"

The heavy door of the collection room slowly slid open, much like the secret bases in animated films. Mason stood in front of the door, not immediately stepping in.

Barbara Gordon's hoarse voice echoed in his helmet's communicator, laden with exhaustion, "You can go in now."

"What about the internal security system?"

Mason still didn't move, saying, "You're not planning to lock me in there and wait for Batman to come back and catch me, the thief, are you? Barbara, I've noticed you've become quite naughty since you've let your inner darkness out."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, followed by the sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard, "The security system is off. Mason, you know you're doing something very dangerous, right?"

"More dangerous than when you and Jason Todd almost killed Bruce Wayne? I don't think so."

Ding!

A one-liner knockout!

Barbara was left speechless on the other end, but Mason didn't mean to provoke this big sister who had once treated him kindly.

He chuckled, explaining, "I'm just saying, we all have our secrets, Barbara. Maybe we can talk after this incident is over. You don't want any more ties with the Bat family, but I'm not one of them either.

You better not do anything foolish."

Mason reminded her, "You've already crossed the line of death, and you've seen how important you are to Gordon and Grayson. If you choose to end your life foolishly, it would be like hurting the two most important people in your life after you've hurt Bruce.

Take a good rest.

If you need to stop the bleeding urgently, remember that I secretly placed a blood replenishing potion on the left side of your new wheelchair when we met.

You're welcome."

With that, Mason cut off the communication and stepped into the dark collection room.

Far away in Batman's secret base, Barbara Gordon sat in her wheelchair, blankly looking at her slit wrist.

The blood flowing from the wound was a bright red, causing her cheeks to crumple in pain. As if suddenly waking up, she hurriedly followed Mason's instructions, taking out the blood replenishing potion from her new wheelchair and pouring it into her mouth.

She had indeed planned to commit suicide just now, but Mason's persuasion came at the right time.

She had already crossed death, she couldn't be so weak anymore.

Back in the Batcave, as Mason stepped on the first tile, the lights in the vast collection room turned on one by one until the entire extra cave was illuminated.

What came into view were two rows of display cabinets.

They didn't contain any Bat suits or combat gear.

Those were all in the Batcave's armory. As a former "Bat fan", Mason knew the layout of the Batcave all too well.

The collection room was filled with items that Batman thought had "collectible value".

Most of them were equipment and iconic items from villains he had defeated.

For example, the Joker's blood-stained poker cards, the Riddler's surprise box, and a coin with scratches on the back, encased in a glass dome.

That belonged to Two-Face.

Harvey Dent had tried his best to get it back.

Mason walked past these "Bat victims'" display shelves.

Most of them had no practical significance, perhaps more out of Batman's morbid fascination with collecting trophies, or as a commemoration of his superhero career.

However, Mason soon found a little darling among these "ordinary collectibles" that caught his attention.

It was a pure gold scepter.

It looked very ancient and grand, with exaggerated lightning decorations at the top, looking like a weapon from myth.

Mason approached it, reached out to open the glass dome and took it out. It was heavy in his hand, but not as heavy as solid gold should be.

The inside of the scepter was hollow and contained some technological products.

The young man swung it around in his hand a few times, and an information tag immediately popped up:

Maxie Zeus's Lightning Scepter

Quality: Excellent Item · Outstanding Craftsmanship

Effect: Use the scepter to shoot high-voltage electricity at a target within fifty meters. This item uses some technology from Str Labs, setting the form of the electricity to exaggerated golden lightning according to Maxie Zeus's crazy fantasies.

Manufacturer: Maxie Zeus

Item Description: Among all of Batman's archenemies, "Lord Zeus" is definitely the most flamboyant exhibitionist. Of course, he has now retired and is enjoying his twilight years in Greece.

Tip: Blueprint collected.

"The length is just right, the weight is suitable."

Mason stroked the golden scepter in his hand, squinting his eyes, "It's perfect to be used as the main body of my upgraded Penguin umbrella. Bullets are outdated. What I need in my normal state is an armed umbrella that can shoot lightning."

He tossed it into his bag, ignoring the other ordinary collectibles and strode towards the depths of the collection room. However, as he passed a nondescript display case, Mason stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the replica revolver in the glass dome of the small display case.

It was nothing special, just a handgun with severely worn rifling. Any criminal with a bit of ambition wouldn't use it, but it was proudly displayed in Batman's collection room.

This in itself represented its significance.

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"Is this the gun that killed Thomas Wayne and Marsha Wayne?"

Mason reached out and touched the glass dome.

He had no intention of taking this thing.

He was sure that the master might not care if other things were lost, but if this thing was taken, he would definitely be hunted by Batman to the ends of the earth for the rest of his life.

"Keeping the murder weapon that killed your parents in your collection room, you really are crazy."

The young man sneered and looked away, quickly heading towards the end of the collection room. This was where the truly important items were stored. It even had a hidden wall to conceal the existence of this small room.Barbara also broke through the defense of this door when she opened the door to the collection room, so Mason just gently pushed it and the hidden wall pushed outwards.

The first thing that caught his eye was a huge silver-gray mecha.

It was four meters tall, made entirely of sturdy special alloy, and the outer armor was covered with various weapon modules.

Some were on the outside of the armor, some were hidden inside the armor.

The most noticeable thing was the appearance of the cockpit of the mecha's head.

It was not completely set as a bat shape, but mixed with some features of bats and owls, which made this mechanical giant look full of a deep and intimidating power in the middle of the night.

Two mechanical fists were clenched together, and the weapon modules were not displayed.

It stood in front of Mason like an ancient giant, full of a restrained sense of violence.

Mason admired this masterpiece of bat black technology. He reached out and touched the surface of this huge mecha, and information labels quickly popped up:

Fenrir Mecha/Anti-Justice League Mecha

Quality: Legendary Engineering High-Precision Item · Supreme Craftsmanship

Features: Highly compatible design · Anti-Superman module · Anti-Wonder Woman module · Anti-Flash module · Anti-Aquaman module · Emotion-blocking weakening module · Integrated electronic warfare module

Creators: Bruce Wayne, Lucius Fox

Item Description: Wear it, and you will be the big daddy of the Justice League (except Batman)!

Tip: This item requires Engineering Level 5 to drive, and comprehensive advanced modification requires Engineering Level 7.

Tip: The current level of engineering knowledge cannot analyze this blueprint.

"Yeah!"

Mason clenched his fist and waved it in front of him without hesitation, reaching out and throwing it into the suitcase.

This action immediately triggered the piercing alarm sound of the Bat Cave, but in such a chaotic situation outside, who could come over to check the situation?

The young man looked at the empty Fenrir mecha next to the mecha platform. There was a black heavy mecha full of scars and defects.

If the Fenrir mecha was a dormant ancient beast, then this black mecha was a battle-hardened veteran.

It was already in a state of disrepair, but Batman still placed it here.

Mason didn't need to touch it to know the name of this mecha.

This is the "Anti-Superman Mecha".

It was the battle suit that the master wore when he first clashed with Superman.

Although the master was beaten badly by Superman in that battle, the fact that an ordinary person could fight a Kryptonian to that extent already showed the power of this thing.

Most importantly, next to the Anti-Superman Mecha was a silver-gray mechanical spear.

Mason threw the Anti-Superman Mecha into the suitcase and picked up the heavy spear. With a twist of his hands, a fluorescent green Kryptonite spearhead popped out, illuminating Mason's helmet and his eyes.

He didn't find more Kryptonite in this collection room. It should be that the master hid it somewhere else, but this Kryptonite spearhead was enough for Mason to use.

There should also be several Kryptonite spikes made on the fists of the Fenrir mecha.

These things are enough, and having more will only invite trouble.

He smiled and threw this "Anti-Superman Spear" into the suitcase, then looked at the last empty mecha platform amidst the increasingly urgent warning sound.

There was nothing there.

But if Mason guessed correctly, what should have been stored here was the legendary "Hell Bat Armor".

Although he didn't understand how the timeline and storyline of this real world progressed, since the Justice League exists, this invincible battle suit, which was given to Batman by other heroes to protect him and turn the tide in desperate situations, must also exist.

But it was taken away.

Perhaps the master also felt that it was not safe to keep it here.

"So, is it in the Watchtower Base or in the Batcave on the Moon?"

Mason reached out and opened the last box in the hidden collection room, which contained many miscellaneous items.

Several sets of broken golden armor fragments, a whip wreckage torn apart by great force, a sword with only the hilt left broken, a cracked shield, and a pair of dim bracelets and a crown.

Finally, there was a small test tube.

He reached out and placed it on the golden metal fragments, and a faint light lit up at his fingertips.

Olympus Armor · Broken

Quality: Legendary Forging/Enchanting/Inscription Item · Perfect Craftsmanship

Creator: Hephaestus

Item Description: Don't tell Miss Diana that there is a man secretly collecting her original armor worn during World War I...

Tip: This armor is completely broken and cannot be repaired, but the enchantments and inscriptions attached to it can still be fully learned. To fully learn the enchantments and inscriptions of the Olympian gods, two skills need to reach Level 7.

Tip: The material recipe used for this armor has been lost in history. When the forging skill reaches Level 7, you can try to re-smelt and obtain the complete recipe for "Olympian Metal".

Tip: The broken Lasso of Truth, Sword of the God of Fire, and Shield of the Guardian God still possess certain divine power. When the tailoring (leatherworking) skill and forging skill reach Level 4, you can try to use these remnants to make new weapons.

Tip: The damaged Guardian Silver Bracelet still retains the aura of the God of War's power. When the jewelry processing reaches Level 4, you can try to smelt it to make new accessories.

Tip: The armor fragments will be sensed when approaching any Olympian bloodline.

"It's another bunch of treasures that will be useful later but are useless now, just like an unscrupulous boss drawing a tempting but unattainable big cake...

Uncomfortable."

Mason waved his hand and collected these armor fragments and weapon wreckage into his bag, his face showing an expression of dissatisfaction despite obtaining treasures.

He couldn't help but be amazed by the master's "classic collection".

It can only be Batman. Besides him, which man would have the courage to hide a set of a half-god woman's "original armor" in his dark secret room?

It's really dark!It could even be said to be despicable...

He harshly criticized the master, an incredibly repressed man, while picking up the last test tube in the box.

Inside it was a small amount of blood sample, seemingly ordinary but actually full of hidden secrets.

Kryptonian blood sample

Item description: Don't ask how Batman got it, Superman still knows nothing about it.

This thing only had one label, no information entries, but Mason knew that this was the most valuable loot of this trip.

He remembered the peculiar enhancement potion he had obtained in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

If he could extract the Kryptonian gene sample and add it to the potion, would he have the chance to temporarily transform into Superman?

Even a weakened version of Superman would be acceptable.

"Beep beep beep"

Mason's phone in his pocket vibrated. He picked it up and Barbara's scream came from it:

"What did you do, Mason! The self-destruction program of the collection room has been activated! Countdown 2 minutes! Get out quickly!"

"I knew it."

The young man looked at the blood sample in his hand, turned and ran towards the exit, and muttered:

"Sure enough, Catwoman is just a lover, Superman is his true love."

Like a rat escaping from a trap, Mason rolled out of the last gap just in time after a fierce run and the pull of the grappling gun.

But before Mason could catch his breath, a sword light was thrusting towards his face.

The arm guard on his left hand popped out a shark tooth combat knife with a clang to block it, and he was forced to retreat a few steps by the huge force. He then threw out a paralyzing potion, but the attacker dodged it skillfully before the bottle hit the ground.

Then, Mason finally saw the true face of the attacker.

A short figure.

Dressed in an ancient and complicated assassin's armor, draped in a black cloak, and hiding his head and face with a mysterious hood.

Holding a straight blade knife that emitted a faint glow in his hand, his combat belt and chest armor were filled with throwing knives, daggers, and other strangely shaped weapons.

"What did you get from inside?"

A deliberately hoarse voice came from under the hood. The short assassin stared at Mason and said:

"Hand it over! I can let you die painlessly, Mason Cooper!"

"Damian..."

Mason looked at the mysterious and arrogant short figure in front of him.

He had no intention of close combat with this little madman. While taking out the freeze gun, he said:

"Your mother is really bold, allowing you to participate in such a dangerous operation. What? The grandson of the King of Assassins doesn't even have the courage to step into your father's collection room, and has to wait here for me to come out before daring to show up and rob me?..

Is this how Ra's al Ghul taught you?"

He retreated, circling and confronting Damian, silently calculating the countdown time of the collection room's self-destruction, and provoking Damian with his words.

"I prefer to call it 'caution'. What kind of madman would dare to enter Batman's treasure cave without any protection? Do you think you're living too comfortably?"

But although this little madman was arrogant and nasty, his combat experience was not lacking at all. He was not provoked, but instead said in a condescending tone:

"I don't know where you learned about my identity, but none of you who are watched by him will be able to leave here today! I will kill you one by one, then take your heads filled with despair to find that man.

I will defeat him!

I will prove that I am stronger than him!"

To this, Mason just shrugged. When the countdown in his heart reached ten, he looked at Damian, who had turned his back to the collection room during their standoff.

He whispered:

"You've seen Jason Todd come back from the dead, haven't you? Do you like him?"

Damian didn't answer.

Mason continued:

"Do you know, your mother, who everyone sees as a tool, has slept with him in order to win him over and soothe him? Now you have two fathers.

Congratulations, little madman."

"Shut up!"

Damian, no matter how calm, was still a teenager.

These vicious words completely enraged him.

The moment he charged with his sword, he saw Mason fire a grappling gun into the sky and rise.

At the same time, a violent explosion erupted from the collection room behind him. The terrifying shock wave instantly collapsed and buried the surrounding cave.

Several minutes later, a dusty Mason crawled out from under a large rock and gulped down a blood replenishing potion. Across from him, another short figure also crawled out from the other side of the rubble.

Damian tore off his tattered cloak.

Looking at the terrain here that had been collapsed to form a closed area, a dusty Damian picked up his broken knife and screamed at a miserable-looking Mason:

"Before I slit your throat, I'm going to rip out your vicious tongue! Mason Cooper! Prepare to die!"